click.

Once upon a time,
My mother told me of a key
That held the world’s secrets, its
Ups and downs and wrongs and rights
And its joys, and freedoms, weaknesses,
Mysteries that man cannot otherwise comprehend.
Take, for example, those itty-bitty mysteries of
the common cold, or the depth of the sky
Or the green of the grass
Or gravity – gravity and orbit,
Or maybe one could obtain
the reasons behind
Why love is blind,
and life is fleeting
and what it means
to be alive,
or be broken, and
Why the tragic events that
stupefy and scar humanity
seem to be forgotten,
Taking on the guise of
moving on
and moving forward,
When we never really did
move on,
but stayed still,
Unmoving,
Unsolved, like
a lock
without
a key
.

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